Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

almost thought Ray were two boy.

"Ah --"

sharp pain in her palm brought her back to her

face crumpled because of the pain and she withdrew her

by Brody forcibly. "Don't move."

ordered coldly, frowning.

take the pieces out, he had to cut them in

Would hurt.

at the pale face of

couldn't bear to see her in

"No --"

touched her hand,

knife, not to mention the knife directly

hand back, but failed, because her hand was

the blood stained Tracy's and Brody's

at her eyes, which were full of

"You know it hurts?"

won't cry. It's none of your business. You don't have to

she spat out the last word, she took a leap from the chair to the ground

hand was dyed red by blood again,

"Have a seat --"

sort of threatening

Tracy was much more

"No --"

shook her

she looked at him coldly, "Brody,

at

what he was doing after being reminded by

as cold as ice. He pulled her to a chair and placed

about you?

He snorted.

still so furious that he tightly pressed on her

you

continued to

hurt so much and the

she was going to

"A little bit painful..."

said with hesitation.

skipped a beat when he saw the wound.

little pain flashed through her

very feeble, but she

didn't say anything but stared at her own palm.

feel painful, you

at her. Then he made up his mind and

sharp knife at the wound on

the dagger intending to be stabbed into her

rose from the bottom

because her own thought was

was to be stabbed into her body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the wound

"Hmm --"

was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream, but she held it back.

teeth, she hummed.

"Clap -"

hand

it was

the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But soon he made

and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although

sharp pain

feel the knife cutting her body.

little face was twisted from tangle to twisted. Because of the pain, her whole body could not help

of the pain, her eyes finally could not help bursting into tears.

were cut and bleeding.

to cry out several times to stop

"Idiot --"

that something was wrong with Tracy, Brody finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at